ShittyBoyz, BandGang Lonnie Bands - Simba lyrics

[ShittyBoyz, BandGang Lonnie Bands - Simba lyrics]

Hell nah, I ain't working on my right hook
First class bullets in this stick
Get yo flight booked on the block with it
I ain't throwing sky hooks
If it ain't the Fraud Bible
You ain't in the right book

You must like Polo G 'cause you cap a lot
I ain't talking fight when I punch
I ain't gotta box my bitch watch for FedEx
I ain't gotta watch
And, yes, I know it's our time
I don't need a watch

Lying to these hoes, you can call me Simba
Juking like a Heisman, bitch
Watch me spin 'em
It was thirty in this clip
Now it's thirty in him
He ain't die, give him twelve more
James Worthy in 'em

Ayy, watch me cook this old bitch
Take her whole pension
Nigga, watch me rob yo favorite rapper
Take his gold pendant
Huh, I'm the one make this
Scamming shit start trending
Huh, I'm the one smack the driver
'cause he ain't do the limit

Fuck a mask, boy, my shooter go ape in BAPE
Scorching with the slides in store, boy
I'm eight for eight
Max stamina so don't pass me no Gatorade
Caught a opp, turned him Spider-Man
Made him fade away

They gon' slide, hit the alley
Watch 'em switch the plate
I'm just wandering if your
Pockets really ever ate
Been on my grind but do it
Look like I used to skate?
Told that bitch I got something for
Her if she running late

Relationship? Bitch
You better pump yo breaks
I just wanna use yo Chase
And prolly fuck yo face my bitch got a strap
Bussin'glike she Young MA
201 slamming, AP'd about a hunnid straight

Cook boy in front of that preacher
Amazing Grace huh, closed casket, yeah
We hit him all in the face
Huh, I just got a fake check, it's from BOA
Told that bitch I work for State Farm, bitch
My name Jake huh, 4-1-4-7-2-0, huh
Boy, that's the BIN that got me on
Huh, 5-1-5-6-7-4, huh
That's the day a nigga brought a hunnid home

Square up with you? I ain't SpongeBob
Punch in from deep but the
Slide did a touchdown
Ho in my blood? Hell nah, it ain't one ounce
I ain't talking biceps when I
Say the guns out
Had to quit the sidewalking
Now I'm road running
Feel like Magic Mike through this bitch
How I'm pole clutching
Took dawg out the game
Like he broke something
Said I'm the GOAT? Man
This lil' bitch must know something

I'm like a bitch with a strict dad
Niggas can't fuck with me
Boy, this shit was all hustle
Ain't no luck with me
Feeling like that Greek motherfucker
Got some bucks with me
Bitch caught me cheating but she know
That she stuck with me

Ha ha, and I might just scam you, bro
Put a shell in his back, Michelangelo
Used to be down, now I'm turnt, bitch
I'm hamming hoes
I don't panic, bro, slide a
Piece and then I vanish, bro

You know this ain't pop
What you reaching for my Fanta for?
You know I'm getting money, bitch
I hang with Giffy Rubio when it's beef
Yo ass only sliding in the studio
Bitch, I touchdown in the A, feel like Julio

Punching like a ninja, feel like Naruto
This ain't a wax pen but
I'll let the cartridge blow
Camping out in yo lawn like a garden gnome
Play hoodie on the only time
That my heart gon' show

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